This is a song about "Boys with bangs"

Probably fuck up your budget, yea, i’m playing with numbers

I want to fill up nightclubs with men and women boys and girls

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

With mp3s more dated and faded than the boys and heavy d

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

Us bitches are learning to run these boys

Fuck boys in the building with they conversation

Bury your thoughts, take his head fuck him have at him

And i'm still hurtin over pops

Just show them boys whos boss

You a lady boss, now you fly free

Drink it up boys, like pepsi,

First i stack some money, then go to war with them boys

Don't mess with the big boys, you nothing less than pig toys

I stay short with my boys, kick facts an murder this beat with some sick raps,

Rocking black and gold stocking caps and fleur-de-lis shockey hats